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Shrinking into the abyss, I see what it’s meant to dream

I don’t know how to swim, but I know what it means

To be at the end of the tunnel and find a stone

Passing through the darkness I roam; thinking



A man caught into the path once taken, I gasp

I look to the sky and at once I’m trembling; shaking

The walls seems so dark and the space so open

Just a man thinking of my past words spoken



Like a man with a life unfolding; the past awakens

Time has passed, I’m growing older; hearts pacing

But I a child feel dead, my throat gasps I scream

A light I see and I’m dead, lost in a dream